Chapter 70: Heavenly Soldier

Chapter 70
On this day, car owners on a certain main road in the East China Sea witnessed a scene that they will never forget.
A two-wheeled vehicle with a streamlined appearance resembling a bullet screamed through the gap in the traffic flow.
You know, under the premise that there is no traffic jam, the main road speed is at least about 60 kilometers per hour. And that two-wheeled monster is like an agile roller skating player, gently swaying from side to side, constantly overtaking, merging, overtaking, and merging.
When the car owners on the left and right saw that there was a handsome guy in the middle of the two wheels stepping on the pedals desperately, everyone was dumbfounded.
Is this... a bicycle?
What more bikes?
If it's this bike, I don't even want the bike.
A Mercedes-Benz owner had just been overtaken, looked at Zhou Yang desperately, and slapped the steering wheel with anger.
"Hundreds of thousands, why should I buy you?"
A bus was overtaken by Zhou Yang, and the passengers by the window on the bus were dumbfounded and took out their phones to take pictures.
In fact, the most shocking was the police car chasing after him.
"Sister Feifei, it's gone!" The police officer who drove said with a grimace.
Except for Zhou Yang's first glance when he started up, they didn't even see Zhou Yang's taillights all the time... well, no taillights.
"Don't worry about those, full speed!" Wei Feifei was eager.
Wei Feifei obtained Zhang Ruining's information through the police database and tried to contact him in the car, but the phone was always busy. According to feedback from colleagues in front, electronic interference occurred near Zhang Ruining's house.
It seems that the murderer is difficult to entangle.
"Zhou Yang, I hope you can arrive earlier!" Wei Feifei clenched her fists tightly.
No one can be killed anymore.
...
"Really... there is no signal!" Zhang Ruining shook her head, threw the phone on the coffee table, 　 smiled at the opposite man, "Excuse me, my appraiser friend is temporarily unable to contact, can you wait a little while? It's almost here!"
The opposite man was in his thirties, his face was sallow and his facial muscles felt a little stiff.
In the summer, he even wrapped up a long-sleeved shirt.
The two had a cup of tea and chatted casually.
"Mr. Zhang... I heard that you have a picture of Li Daqian's four gentlemen?" The man's voice was low and his eyes were cold.
Zhang Ruining's body was slightly straight, a little surprised.
The chrysanthemum picture is indeed in her hands. It was collected through a gray channel a few years ago, and she would not share it when a friend came to her door.
"Sir, where did you get the news?" Zhang Ruining took a sip of water and asked slowly.
"You don't need to worry about where I got the news, just say, yes or no?" the man asked.
Zhang Ruining frowned and said, "Sir, didn't you come here to make another painting? Why did you mention the chrysanthemum picture?"
"Haha!" The man applauded suddenly, "Sure enough, it's in your hands. I just mentioned one of the four gentlemen pictures, I didn't say which one. You just said the chrysanthemum picture... God's will!"
"Sir, what do you mean?" Zhang Ruining asked coldly.
The man stood up and walked slowly to Zhang Ruining's side and said, "What do you mean by me?"
Zhang Ruining suddenly panicked, she subconsciously got up and said: "My appraiser will be here soon, what do you want to do?"
"Hehe, you...can't wait for him!" The man's face was still stiff, but he suddenly pulled out a dagger from his back.
Zhang Ruining was shocked.
At this moment, a buzzing sound rang.
The two people subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.
On the lawn of the manor, a silver bullet-like object was moving fast, and the direction happened to be the living room.
"boom!"
The next moment, the bullet hit the floor glass into tens of thousands of pieces.
A figure rushed out from the middle of the bullet and rolled on the spot, stopping the inertia.
"Little Yangzi!" Zhang Ruining let out a cry of surprise.
The person here is Zhou Yang.
But the man holding the dagger rushed to Zhang Ruining's side and pulled her into his arms, with the dagger against Zhang Ruining's throat.
"Don't move, I'll kill her if you move again!" The man yelled hysterically.
The cold blade pressed against Zhang Ruining's throat, and the strong woman began to tremble.
Death... is fair to everyone.
Zhou Yang's eyes quickly swept across the ground and found a black square bag beside the sofa where the guest was.
The deductive method is calculating quickly in my mind.
This deadlock must be solved.
"Square painting..." Zhou Yang's eyes lit up.
He smiled and stood up, and dashed forward suddenly.
Zhang Ruining screamed.
But suddenly he realized that instead of coming towards her, Zhou Yang rushed to the sofa and grabbed the bag of the knife holder.
The face of the knife holder changed drastically.
"Put down my bag!" the knife holder roared.
He felt extremely regretful in his heart. He thought he would be sure of his tenacity, but he didn't expect an outsider to rush in, and the other party was so smart that he chose the target.
Zhou Yang carried the square bag and said with a smile: "Why don't we talk about it?"
"What qualifications do you have to talk to me?" The knife holder sneered, "I have a hostage in my hand, what do you have?"
Tears flowed from the corner of Zhang Ruining's eyes, looking at Zhou Yang full of prayers.
How she wished this man could turn the tide and save herself.
Zhou Yang smiled and shook the big square bag. "If I guess right, the first two pictures of Li Daqian's Four Gentlemen's Picture should be in this bag?"
The pupils of the knife holder contracted suddenly.
"If you hurt Sister Ning, I guarantee that the two paintings you got will become scraps!" Zhou Yang's expression turned cold, "You have worked so hard to get two paintings, and now you want to get the fourth painting. Watch me break it, right?"
Zhou Yang opened the zipper while talking, glanced quickly, and as he expected, the two paintings were lying quietly in the bag.
"In order to get the painting, you kill two people in a row! So I guess you will take the painting with you so that you can escape at any time after you have all the four paintings. It seems that I guessed it right!" Zhou Yang smiled.
The face of the knife bearer was stiff, but the panic in his eyes betrayed his heart.
Every word of Zhou Yang pierced his weakness.
Zhou Yang grasped every thought of him.
too frightening.
"What do you want?" the man with the knife shouted.
Reason told him that today's action has failed, and now escape is the only way. But he was not reconciled to the two paintings falling into Zhou Yang's hands.
It is a good thing to be willing to talk... Zhou Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why don't we make a deal!" Zhou Yang glanced at Zhang Ruining, "I know that the chrysanthemum picture is in the hands of Sister Ning, and the three of us took it out together. I will trade the painting for Sister Ning's life... Think about it, and kill one less person. You can get one more painting, you won’t lose."
"I agree! Just don't kill me!" Zhang Ruining cried.
Zhou Yang threw the big bag in his hand at the knife holder: "This is my sincerity!"
The knife-holder's eyes changed several times, and he shouted, "Take me to get the painting!"